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[center][h1][color=D80803][b]Micheal Castor[/b][/color][/h1][/center]


[h3][color=D80803][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color][/h3]
43…To the human eye.

[h3][color=D80803][b][u]Gender[/u][/b][/color][/h3]
Male

[h3][color=D80803][b][u]Species[/u][/b][/color][/h3]
Human until further notice

[h3][color=D80803][b][u]Description[/u][/b][/color][/h3]
A man uncharacteristically well dressed for the end times. Micheal is always seen wearing a suit and fedora, colored a pale burgundy, shoes that look blacker than the darkest pit of fire. He always speaks with measured, tactful words. Micheal appears to be a very charming, inviting person to talk to based on his demeanor alone. His clothes always seem to be dusty, covered in ash as if he just crawled out of the ground. In those dark eyes of his, all you see is nothing, just a thousand miles of vacancy, pointed right at you, and staring through all you are. It betrays the rest of his surreal demeanor coldly.

When you meet him, you’ll never forget the smell of burning pine and the sweet, smoky hint of kerosine behind it, that he always carries with him. Everything about Micheal’s appearance tells you that he isn’t from the area you’re in. Even his hair, which looks like a ashy, dirty blonde feels like it would crumble to dust at the touch of anything other than the classy hat he wears over it. 

[h3][color=D80803][b]Personality[u][/u][/b][/color][/h3]
Suave, levelheaded, well-spoken, and punctual. All the characteristics of your typical classy, well dressed man from beyond the grave. Micheal has a certain level of tact and manner that most people forgo in the apocalypse. He acts like the world hasn’t just ended, though he isn’t necessarily in denial, he’s simply seen worse. He likes to treat others with a gentlemanly respect that seems to fit his atmosphere, and virtually never loses his temper, even when the situation threatens his life at first glance. Micheal isn’t particularly interested in survival, it didn’t work out last time, but he instead takes to drifting from place to place, see what he’s missed out on while he was away from all that ever was.

[h3][color=D80803][b][u]Skills[/u][/b][/color][/h3]
[u]Fire[/u]
[indent]A corpse’s best friend. Fire just seems to kick itself into being whenever Micheal wants it to. It’s almost like magic. He can make fire whenever he wants, out of thin air, without so much as a matchstick. Strangely enough, his own body, and everything he wears are unharmed by his flames. As it turns out, being dead makes you fireproof.[/indent]

[u]Dead Man Walking[/u]
[indent]Micheal cannot die. He already did. Thanks to that, injuries aren’t his top priority. If you cut his head off, he’ll just put it back on. He doesn’t eat or drink anything, unless he simply wants to. Micheal still feels pain, but being stabbed through the chest feels more like a punch than a fatal injury. He left his heartbeat in the grave he crawled out of.[/indent]

[u]Lucky Suit[/u]
[indent]Inside Micheal’s suit, conveniently accessed by reaching into the side pocket, lies a few things any dead man can enjoy without repercussions. A bottom flask which contains a murky, viscous liquid of alcoholic origins, a seemingly inexhaustible supply of Marlboro Black cigarettes, a deck of cards that smell burnt, and a small notebook with curious contents. All of these things just appear whenever Micheal wants them, even if they’re destroyed. None of these things have a very practical use in a survival setting, unless you need to start a very hot fire very quickly, or take the edge off over a game of cards with arms strangers, but a good smoke at the end of days never hurt anyone, right?[/indent]

[h3][color=D80803][b][u]Weaknesses[/u][/b][/color][/h3]

[u]Physical Harm[/u]
[indent]While Micheal isn’t able to be truly killed, have you ever experienced pain so severe you felt weak? To incapacitate him, you would need to deal that level of hurt. It wouldn’t be easy, given how his sense of pain is somewhat filled, but if that doesn’t work, try severing a limb. He’ll just patch himself back up, but it take a while for him to do something like that. If all else fails, you could chop him up and scatter his body parts across the planet, and the worst you’d have to worry about is a few spontaneous fires here and there.[/indent]

[u]Still Human[/u]
[indent]Being dead doesn’t make your stronger, Micheal is still a human being by all accounts. He has no superhuman strength, no ability to appear anywhere instantly, if the usual human can’t do something, it’s unlikely he can. Then again, not every human being is a well-dressed zippo lighter with legs either.[/indent]

[h3][color=D80803][b][u]History[/u][/b][/color][/h3]

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Well, where to start…I am dead.

I haven’t had a heartbeat in my chest since I woke up in a cemetery. But I suppose what interests you more is…How I found myself on the other side to begin with. You see, any time was many decades ago, working in a factory. I assembled what the lapdogs wanted me to. Engine pieces, car parts, even weapons. That was what we all did, but during those days, money was a difficult subject for those who didn’t find themselves born into it. You would be lucky if you could afford a meal at the end of the day. There in that place were the lives of many spent, toiling over scraps until their bodies rejected them. 

And so, I gathered a few…acquaintances of mine, to share an idea of mine with them. We deserved better than to waste away like that, and so we planned to take what should have been ours. The man who owned the factory, Johnathan Greene, would be the object of our little plot. It was simple, really. I spied on him as he consorted with his fellow upperclassmen. Once I learned of where he lived, it was a matter of action. 

One by one, we pretended to be…insufficient, enough that he would cut us all lose, knowing he would forget our faces as he did so many others. Days after we were all gone, we snuck away from our homes, and crept miles away into the countryside. And sure enough, there stood his castle in the grass, we never imagined the money that one needed for such a home. We waited, and waited, for signs of Mr. Greene to leave for work, for a drink in a bar, or to retire for the night.

You may wonder why we would travel so far to rob a man, but Johnathan Greene was no regular man. No, he was cruel, a monster to his workers, we had not the luxury of resignation. That is why we made ourselves seem poor at work, what else is a factory owner to do than to cut away workers who do not prove useful anymore? Mr Greene deserved to lose everything he had never earned. When night came, the windows of his lavish estate were shattered. We fell on that place like dogs in the pitch black. Not a light in the house. Everything that seemed valuable, we stole.

But in the midst of our midnight greed, we had overlooked something dire, Mr. Greene and his wife, and his daughter. They had saw our faces. They knew us, and would certainly remember us come morning. It was a shame, to be honest. His wife was quite beautiful. The police did not make it to their home until after the ashes had settled. All eyes focused on the warm, golden glow in the dark, yet no one wondered who could be in the dark. When the sun rose again, we were home.

And we were rich.

We went our separate ways after that day, all of us. Enough money for us all to retire, richer than we could ever be. I suppose that now, I should mention, there were only three of us. Myself, Walter, and Danny. I did not hear anything about either of those two for many years.

In that time, I married. I was set in life, and everything ended well, until I learned of something interesting. Danny began to feel…afraid that someone would come for him. I had heard of Walter’s mysterious murder at the hands of an unknown killer. It only made sense, then. Three people can keep a secret, as long as two of them are dead. Who else would want to kill a retired old man? I began to plan for Danny’s advance on my own life, when the phone rang. I didn’t know how he found our number, but he told me to come and meet him. You can’t fool me so easily. I know that I am waving over many details in all of this, but they’re not important.

A day goes by, and I’m standing in front of Danny at the kitchen table of my home, and Walter is with him. They told me, “Walter faked his death, so no one would come after him.” But I know it was to fool me. You wanted me to come to your home full of disarmed sympathy, didn’t you, Danny? They were afraid I would rat them out like the little backstabbers they were. And so, they attempted to get rid of me later that day. We had caught up over a game of cards, and I let them help themselves to all the bourbon in my home. They couldn’t resist a good drink, and it made them sloppy.

I told them that I knew everything about their little plan. Next thing I know, Walter is bleeding like a stuck pig, my family is hiding upstairs, and Danny’s throat is caught in my hands. The table is knocked sideways, and our drinks were spilled all over the table. 

“You always were a sick, cold bastard,” Danny told me, as he reached into his pocket, to pull out a lighter.

My home burned down, but they went with me. The two foolish traitors who thought they would get away with taking me to the grave were dragged down with me, like helpless animals being carried into a cave to be butchered by wolves. The last thing I ever heard were the sounds of my old partners in betterment, screaming down to hell alongside myself.

The difference between them and I? Well, I crawled back out.

Something, and mind you that I don’t know what, woke me up from whatever distant hollow I fell into. When I woke up, I was still burning like a struck tree, but the flames felt cold, like water. I crawled out of miles and miles of wet, burning mud and grime, and when I could breathe again, the only thing that I could see were ashes from a broken headstone, and my own two hands. I had come back from the great beyond, the other side, the pearly gates, what have you. And those two did not.

Now, the world I lived with has been gone for a very long time, well before the state of things became what they are today, so I can’t entirely complain. It seems that I’ve missed a lot on my little vacation from this land of ours. Somebody has decided that they weren’t all too pleased with the way the world was, and wanted to give it a beat down, yet they only stopped when they bruised its cheek. It’s a lazy job, if I may be so blunt. And yet, a dead man like me seems to fit in just right.

Even better, I have nothing left to lose, and Danny and Walter, well, they’re not so lucky. 

I think I’m starting to like this new life of mine.



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